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❛❛ SCREAMING HEARTS ❜❜ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Her fingers clipped the earring, lowering her hands. Sophia met her eyes in the mirror - there was nothing, she hadn't cried, spoken. Sophia Stilinski had just turned numb.
Three days, Vernon Boyd died three days ago and left the remains of a broken witch. She couldn't breathe without retracing that night, her eyes would flicker close and the memory would consume her, she hadn't slept since.
"Sophie" the Stilinski's hadn't allowed her to breathe without one near, she understood they were concerned but it was consuming and she just - she needed to be alone. "You ready?"
Sophia nodded, moving past the man out the door.
Noah heard her shuffles in the deepest of the night, she never existed in her room due to the haunted memories. She spent her night staring at the sky waiting for a star to appear so she could wish on the night and change her fate.
Beacon Hills cemetery seemed to be a place she could never escape. Her mother was buried here, both and soon enough she would be beside her grave, six feet under. "Sophia" The mothers voice was strained, Vernon's Boyd's mother adored her from first meeting Sophia couldn't imagine the pain of losing another child to this town. "Thank you for coming"
"I'm sorry" her own voice sounded foreign to the Stilinskis', to herself. "I'm so sorry"
Death was unpredictable, people gathered to lower a coffin of a loved one, one of the dead. Buried into the ground, scattered against a place of home, always left one place for eternity. Each person fell to a stage, a way of coping; denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. They fell upon it, stuck in a state until the fog clears unlike her. Sophia Stilinski felt all but one, she was drowning and the only saviour was buried by her feet.
Everyone was treating her of a broken doll, carefully moving their parts, their words unclear while their eyes told all that they knew. How was she meant to breathe, the Stilinski barely allowed her the space. The mother grew tears in her eyes "Thank you" She cleared her throat to stop the cracking "We were wondering if you'd be able to speak, no one knew him better than you did"
